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The thing was done in unspoken of But, never forgotten after all

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Aug 21, 2019

Aug 21, 2019 at 7:45 PM UTC

aditya-roy

The Elephant In the Room

The thing was done in unspoken of But, never forgotten after all

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I immortalized all of yourself & all of me in pen, in ink, bled it all into the digital machine’s white screen there’s snow on the ground endless stark white the twinkling dying gleam of Christmas lights on my lawn somewhere your lawn is bereft. somewhere your everything is bereft too. There is the feel of your fingers on my heated skin Your palms cupping my face On either side of my cheek There is the flecks of dust motes Settling on my eyelashes The blotches of night Melting all around us Your blanket a backdrop of linen on the canvas of your king-sized bed There’s the distant blaring of sirens Police cars speeding down the street There’s the insistent howling and S h a r p d I s s o N A NT bark of your dog – There is your voice Gentle in the newness of the night “You’re so pretty, you know that?” Rhetorical Two years and here we are It’s the same book, darling The same story The same tragic end There is me: the girl on her pills There is you: the man-boy who wants so desperately to love All we have is the trappings of body heat Our flesh Your fingertips turning me to ash Reviving the flame around my body Only to burn me all over again All I have are the seemingly endless poems Your soul Your smile The brightness of your hazel eyes Trapped in the words F or ever more This These words All for you I immortalized all of yourself &all of me in pen, in ink And then in blood Sealed it in this digital machine Sealed it in this dark ritual Emptied it along with the last pill bottle The girl who takes pills no longer The man-boy still searching in the peat-darkness, the bright sky of stars, for love In memorandum

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Jan 3, 2018

Jan 3, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC

girl-diffused

In Memorandum

I immortalized all of yourself & all of me in pen, in ink, bled it all into the digital machine’s white screen there’s snow on the ground endless stark white the twinkling dying gleam of Christmas lights on my lawn somewhere your lawn is bereft. somewhere your everything is bereft too. There is the feel of your fingers on my heated skin Your palms cupping my face On either side of my cheek There is the flecks of dust motes Settling on my eyelashes The blotches of night Melting all around us Your blanket a backdrop of linen on the canvas of your king-sized bed There’s the distant blaring of sirens Police cars speeding down the street There’s the insistent howling and S h a r p d I s s o N A NT bark of your dog – There is your voice Gentle in the newness of the night “You’re so pretty, you know that?” Rhetorical Two years and here we are It’s the same book, darling The same story The same tragic end There is me: the girl on her pills There is you: the man-boy who wants so desperately to love All we have is the trappings of body heat Our flesh Your fingertips turning me to ash Reviving the flame around my body Only to burn me all over again All I have are the seemingly endless poems Your soul Your smile The brightness of your hazel eyes Trapped in the words F or ever more This These words All for you I immortalized all of yourself &all of me in pen, in ink And then in blood Sealed it in this digital machine Sealed it in this dark ritual Emptied it along with the last pill bottle The girl who takes pills no longer The man-boy still searching in the peat-darkness, the bright sky of stars, for love In memorandum

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TO: All who toss & turn FROM: Insomnia DATE: 12/30/2013 SUBJECT: What crosses your mind? Late at night, what crosses your mind? As you lay down to rest And your mind overflows in darkness What thoughts or worries come through? Does your heart rejoice with thankfulness? Is damage the phrase that doesn't let you rest? What is it that makes you toss and turn like a wave? Do you think about what you left behind? Late at night, what crosses your mind? Do you worry about what's ahead? Do you worry about what’s aside? Do you have any regrets? Perhaps, you have not realize your own pain Which causes you to toss and turn like a wave Next time you toss & turn Don’t hesitate to ask yourself Why? What makes me toss & turn? "If you haven't lost what you have embrace it."

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Apr 4, 2014

Apr 4, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC

OneLoveJC

Memorandum

TO: All who toss & turn FROM: Insomnia DATE: 12/30/2013 SUBJECT: What crosses your mind? Late at night, what crosses your mind? As you lay down to rest And your mind overflows in darkness What thoughts or worries come through? Does your heart rejoice with thankfulness? Is damage the phrase that doesn't let you rest? What is it that makes you toss and turn like a wave? Do you think about what you left behind? Late at night, what crosses your mind? Do you worry about what's ahead? Do you worry about what’s aside? Do you have any regrets? Perhaps, you have not realize your own pain Which causes you to toss and turn like a wave Next time you toss & turn Don’t hesitate to ask yourself Why? What makes me toss & turn? "If you haven't lost what you have embrace it."

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